“Plucky little chap, ain’t he!” and Harry giggles too. “Divert his mind!
ha, ha! But you don’t know anything about how it burns. I got my hand
peppered that way once, and went into the cellar where it was cool, and
walked the floor for three hours. I didn’t want any one to find out about
it, for fear of a scolding, for I expect I was old enough to know better.”
But Marie, who has been quietly meditating meanwhile, suddenly breaks
forth with, “I wish _I_ had lived in the time of the Revolution! Then I
would have had a chance to do something brave.”
“You!” laughs Harry. “I’ll warrant it would scare you half to death
to hear a mouse nibble in the wall at night.” Which Marie, blushing
guiltily, cannot deny.
“Well, anyhow, I’m going over home to find out if _I_ haven’t got a
great-great-grandmother, or something.”